Splendid by Julia Quinn
On the other hand, it was fortunate that she ate one of the apples while she was perched high in the tree because she certainly didn’t eat anything that night at dinner.
She didn’t see Alex the next morning, either. Henry had an important meeting with his solicitor that afternoon which he declared he could not miss, and so the entire family left fairly early in the morning. Alex, tired from his treks the previous day and unaware of the Blydons’ plans for such an early departure, slept quite late and missed Emma altogether.
Emma only sighed at his absence and helped herself to a hearty breakfast.
Eugenia and Sophie had already made plans to remain at Westonbirt until midweek, and Alex had decided that he couldn’t very well leave with all of the storm damage to attend to, so Emma and her family had a carriage to themselves for the return trip. The moment they were on their way, Belle opened her Shakespeare, Henry pulled out some business papers, and Caroline went to sleep. Emma stared out the window, resigning herself to a ride devoid of intelligent conversation.
She wasn’t disappointed.
When they arrived back at the townhouse in London, Emma breathed a sigh of relief, swore she’d bring a book on the next long trip, and dashed up the stairs to her room. The entire weekend had been emotionally draining, between her intimate encounter with Alex, her great realization that she loved him, and her inability to see him after that. The bumpy ride back to London hadn’t helped. It hadn’t occurred to her how tired she really was until she fell onto her bed and realized that she wasn’t going to get up for at least another week.
Or until someone knocked on her door ten seconds later.
“Hello, Emma.” Ned opened the door and poked his head into the room before she had a chance to answer. “Did you have a good weekend?” At her weary nod he continued. “Excellent. You look quite refreshed.”
Emma, who was lying on her stomach with her right cheek pressed into the bed and her arm twisted over her head at a somewhat unnatural angle, raised her eyes skeptically and realized that he wasn’t being the least bit sarcastic; he appeared quite distracted, and she doubted he’d actually taken a good look at her.
“Did you have a good weekend?” she inquired. “I imagine you enjoyed your brief period of freedom.”
Ned shuffled into the room, shut the door, and leaned against Emma’s desk. “Let’s just say I had an interesting weekend.”
“Oh dear.”
“Why don’t you tell me about your weekend first?”
Emma shrugged, pushing herself up into a sitting position, her back supported by the mountain of pillows that leaned against the headboard of her bed. “It was exactly what you would imagine.”
“A bunch of people trying to get you married?”
Including me. “Exactly. But I still managed to have a good time. It’s nice to get out of the city. It’s so congested here.”
“Good, good.” Ned started rocking back and forth on his heels, and Emma got the impression that he wasn’t paying any attention to what she was saying.
“Is something wrong, Ned?”
He took a deep breath. “Well, you could say that.” He walked over to the window and looked out, turned around and faced her, crossed his arms, uncrossed them, and started pacing.
“You should get more exercise,” Emma quipped.
Ned might have heard her, but he certainly wasn’t listening. “Nothing is seriously wrong. I mean, it’s nothing that can’t be fixed if I put my mind to it. Of course my mind isn’t worth a lot of money, you know.”
Emma raised her eyebrows. “Not in the physical sense, no.”
“It isn’t as if anyone died or anything like that.” Ned shoved his hands in his pockets and muttered, “At least not yet.”
Emma hoped she’d heard him wrong.
“The thing is, Emma, I need your advice. And maybe your help. You’re one of the smartest people I know. Belle, now, she’s smart, too. Can’t beat her when it comes to literature and how many languages does she speak? Three? I think she can read a few others, too. Not much of a head for math, but she’s sharp, my sister is. But she’s too damned practical. Just last month she—” Ned stopped, drew back his shoulders sharply and looked at Emma with a stricken expression. “Oh God, Emma. I can’t even remember my original sentence. I know I didn’t come in here to discuss my sister. What was I saying?” He collapsed into a chair.
Emma bit her lip. Ned’s head was hanging over the back of her chair. The situation looked grim, indeed. “Um, I believe it was something about wanting my advice.”
“Oh, right.” Ned grimaced. “I’ve gotten myself into a bit of a mess.”
“Really?”
“I was playing cards.”
Emma groaned and closed her eyes.
“Now, hold on a second, Emma,” Ned protested. “I don’t need a lecture on the vices of cards.”
“I wasn’t going to give you one. It’s just when the statement ‘I was playing cards’ is prefaced by ‘I’ve gotten myself into a bit of a mess, ’ it usually means that someone owes someone else a great deal of money.”
Ned didn’t say anything; he just sat there looking pained.
“How much?” Emma thought quickly, mentally adding up her savings. She hadn’t spent very much of her allowance recently. She might be able to bail out her cousin.
“Er—a certain sum.” Ned got up and looked out the window again.
“Just how certain is this sum?”
“Extremely certain,” he replied cryptically.
“Just how much are we talking about?!” Emma exploded.
“Ten thousand pounds.”
“What?” she shrieked, leaping off her bed. “Are you crazy? Are you out of your mind?” She began to pace, waving her arms wildly in the air. “What were you thinking?”
“I don’t know,” Ned moaned.
“Oh, I forgot, you’re out of your mind. How can I expect you to think?”
“You’re not exactly being supportive in my time of crisis.”
“Supportive? Supportive!” Emma shot him a withering glare. “Support is not what you need right now. At least not the emotional kind. I don’t believe this.” She sank back down on the bed. “I just don’t believe this. What on earth are we going to do?”
Ned breathed a sigh of relief at her use of the word “we.”
“What happened?”
“I was playing with a group of friends at White’s. Anthony Woodside joined us.”
Emma shivered with distaste. She hadn’t seen Viscount Benton since their strange encounter at the Lindworthy’s ball, but she certainly had no desire to do so. Their strained conversation had left her extremely uneasy and slightly insulted. She hadn’t told Alex about the incident; there hadn’t seemed to be any need to upset him over it. But still, Emma could not shake the feeling that Woodside had evil plans—plans that involved her family. Now it seemed that her premonitions had come true.
“It seemed impolite not to ask him to join us,” Ned went on. “It was supposed to be a friendly game. Very casual. We’d all had a few drinks.”
“All except Woodside, I imagine.”
Ned groaned, slapping his hand at the wall in a nervous gesture. “You’re probably right. The next thing I knew, the stakes were spiraling out of control, and I couldn’t back down.”
“And you were suddenly ten thousand pounds poorer.”
“Oh God, Emma, what am I going to do?”
“I don’t know,” she said frankly.
“The thing is, Emma, he was cheating. I saw him cheating.” Ned raked his hand through his hair, and it almost killed her to see his tortured expression.
“Why didn’t you say something? How could you just sit there and let him fleece you out of all your money?”
“Oh, Emma,” Ned sighed, sinking into a chair and letting his head fall into his hands. “I may be a gentleman of honor, but I’m not stupid. Woodside is one of the best shots in England. I’d have been insane to say something that
“Are you certain he’d call you out?”
Ned gave her a look that told her he was more than certain.
“And you’d have to accept? You couldn’t just turn your back on him and walk away?”
“Emma, it’s a matter of honor. I couldn’t show my face anywhere if I were to accuse someone of cheating and then not face the consequences.”
“I find this gentlemen’s honor business overrated, indeed. Call me practical, but I do think that one’s life is preferable to one’s honor. At least as pertains to card games.”
“I agree, but there is nothing I can do about it. The fact is I owe Woodside ten thousand pounds.”
“How long have you got to come up with the money?”
“Normally I’d have to get it to him right away, but because it’s a large amount he told me I could have a fortnight.”
“As long as that?” Emma said sarcastically.
“I think he gave me the extra time because he likes to feel he has power over me.”
“You’re probably right.”
Ned swallowed convulsively, his hands clutching the arm of the chair. “He said he would forget about the entire matter if I could arrange a tryst between him and Belle.”
Emma felt a white-hot flame of rage consume her. “I’m going to kill him! Of all the sickening notions,” she spat out, striding to her desk and throwing open the drawers. “Do you have a gun?” she asked wildly, rummaging through her belongings and tossing papers onto the floor. “All I’ve got is this letter opener.” Suddenly an awful thought entered her head and she turned to Ned, her face ashen. “You didn’t—you didn’t agree?”
“For God’s sake, Emma,” Ned blazed. “What kind of man do you think I am?”
“I’m sorry, Ned. I know you wouldn’t—I’m just so upset.”
“I’m not about to trade my sister’s innocence for a gambling debt,” he added defensively.
“I know.” Emma sighed, tapping her finger against her pathetic little dagger. “It’s sharp.”
“You’re not going anywhere with that letter opener. You wouldn’t be able to do much damage with it, anyway.”
She tossed the knife back onto her desk and sank down onto the edge of her bed. “I never told anyone about this, but I had a run-in with Woodside last week.”
“You did? What happened?”
“It was all very strange. He made all sorts of insults about my being American and lacking a title.”
“Son of a bitch,” Ned swore, clenching his fists.
“That wasn’t it, though. He told me he was going to marry Belle.”
“What?”
“I swear to God.” Emma nodded for emphasis. “And I think he really believed it.”
“What did you say?”
“I laughed at him. I probably shouldn’t have done so, but the thought of Belle with that bastard was ludicrous beyond words.”
“We’re going to have to watch out for him, Emma. His obsession with Belle is bad enough, but now you’ve insulted him, and he’ll be out for revenge.”
Emma shot him a disbelieving look. “What could he do? Besides collecting your ten thousand pounds, that is.”
Ned groaned. “Where on earth am I going to come up with it, Emma?”
“If we can cancel this debt, Woodside won’t have anything with which to pressure Belle. We’re going to have to come up with a plan.”
“I know.”
“What about your parents?”
Ned leaned his head against one of his hands, his expression anguished. “Oh, Emma. I don’t want to ask them for the money. I feel so ashamed of myself as it is—I don’t want them ashamed of me, too. Besides, Father’s funds are all tied up. He recently made a big investment in a plantation in Ceylon. I don’t think he could come up with that amount of cash so quickly.”
Emma chewed on her lower lip, uncertain as to what to say.
“I got myself into this mess. I ought to get myself out.”
“With a little help from your cousin.”
Ned smiled at Emma wearily. “With a little help from my cousin,” he repeated.
“It’s probably for the best that Uncle Henry and Aunt Caroline can’t help,” Emma said. “They would be sick about it.”
“I know, I know.” Ned sighed and stood up decisively, walking over to the window and gazing out over the busy street.
“It’s just too bad that this didn’t happen six months from now,” Emma said thoughtfully.
Ned turned around sharply, his eyes narrowing. “What happens six months from now?”
“My twenty-first birthday. My mother’s family left me some money—I don’t know if I ever mentioned it to you. It’s been earning interest for quite some time, and I imagine there is enough to cover your debt. But it’s in a trust, and I can’t touch it until my twenty-first birthday. Or unless I—” Emma’s voice caught in her throat.
“Unless you what?”
“Marry,” she said softly.
“I don’t suppose Ashbourne proposed this weekend,” Ned said, only half joking.
“No,” Emma said sadly.
“It’s no matter, anyway. It’d take months to get the money over from America.”
“Actually, it’s here in London. My mother was born in America, but my grandparents emigrated from England. My grandfather never quite trusted Colonial banks and kept the bulk of his funds over here. I guess my mother and father never saw any reason to move it over even though the States were independent.”
“Well, it’s useless even to think about it. No banker would release the money to you early.”
“Unless I married,” Emma said softly, her heart beginning to beat a little more rapidly.
Ned looked at her quizzically. “What are you saying, Emma?”
“How difficult is it to get a special license?”
“Not very difficult, I imagine, if one knows the right people.”
“I would guess that Alex knows all the right people,” Emma commented, wetting her lips. “Wouldn’t you?”
“You just told me that Ashbourne didn’t propose to you this weekend.”
“That’s true,” Emma agreed, clasping her hands together. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t propose to him.”
Ned’s eyes registered disbelief. “I, er, suppose you could,” he said slowly. “I’ve never heard of that actually happening, but I don’t suppose that means it cannot be done.”
“You think I’m a fool,” Emma said flatly.
“No, no, no, of course I don’t,” he replied quickly. “Ashbourne is a fool if he refuses. Which he won’t. I’m sure of it. It’s just that he might be a little surprised.”
“A lot surprised.”
“A hell of a lot surprised,” Ned said, nodding his head.
Emma groaned. “Oh, God. I’m blushing just thinking about it.”
Ned drummed his fingers against the wall as he considered the scheme. “But are you sure this would work, Emma? How on earth could you propose to him, have him accept, get married, and get your money—all in a fortnight?”
Her face fell. “I couldn’t, I suppose. But I should think the bank would release my money once they knew I was engaged to the Duke of Ashbourne. Alex is a powerful man, you know.”
“I know.”
“I’m sure an announcement in the Times would do the trick. It’s almost as good as being married. A gentleman would never throw over a lady once their engagement was in the paper. And the bankers would never dream that anyone would jilt a duke.”
“But what if they refuse to release the money early? Bankers can be quite rigid about rules and all that.”
“Then I’ll have to have a hasty wedding. I don’t think Alex would mind.” She bunched up bits of her quilt in her hand, her eyes focused on her fingers a she spoke to her cousin. “I hope I have the courage,” she said softly.
Ned immediately moved to her side and put his arm around her shoulder. “Emma
“But maybe,” Emma whispered, “just maybe I wouldn’t be sacrificing my happiness.” She looked intently up at her cousin, her violet eyes bright with emotion. “Do you understand? Maybe it’s the only chance I’ve got for happiness.”
“But Emma, are you sure you can do it? If Alex hasn’t asked you to marry him, what makes you think he’s going to accept your offer?”
“I don’t know,” Emma sighed. “I guess I’ll just have to make him accept me, won’t I?”
Meanwhile back at Westonbirt, Alex lay soaking in a hot, steaming bath. He felt as if he’d ridden to hell and back during the past few days, and every muscle ached from overuse. He was thoroughly irritated with the godforsaken storm that had flooded half his estate, knocked down six trees, and monopolized his attention all day Saturday. Regretfully, the only time he’d been able to see Emma was at breakfast and dinner, and she had spent most of that time picking at her food and avoiding making eye contact.
She was nervous, that was all. He could understand that.
But what he couldn’t understand was why he was nervous, too. Oh, he supposed he did a better job at covering it up than Emma did, but he was nearly ten years older than she was and had certainly had far more experience with the opposite sex. It stood to reason that he would be a little bit more self-contained. But even though he managed to act fairly normally, he couldn’t deny the heady sense of anticipation he felt whenever she entered the room. Nor could he ignore how utterly disappointed he felt when he got up that morning and discovered that she had already left.
Alex groaned and sank back a little deeper into the tub. He was going to have to figure out exactly what it was he felt for Emma. And then once he did that, he was going to have to figure out what he wanted to do about it.